Merge branch 'frost' of https://github.com/Aevann1/rDrama into frost

files/classes/submission.py

@@ -299,7 +299,13 @@ class Submission(Base):
 
 	@lazy
 	def award_count(self, kind, v):
-		if v and v.poor: return 0
+		if v and v.poor:
+			return 0
+		elif self.distinguish_level:
+			if SITE_NAME == 'rDrama' and kind in ('glowie', 'tilt',):
+				return 0
+			elif SITE_NAME == 'WPD':
+				return 0
 		return len([x for x in self.awards if x.kind == kind])
 
 	@lazy

files/templates/submission.html

@@ -477,7 +477,7 @@
 
 
 
-{% if p.award_count("tilt", v) and not p.distinguish_level %}
+{% if p.award_count("tilt", v) %}
 	<style>
 		@keyframes post-tilt {
 			0% {transform: rotate(0deg);}
@@ -612,7 +612,7 @@
 	<div id="post-root" class="col-12">
 
 		<div class="card border-0 mt-3{% if p.is_banned %} banned{% endif %}{% if p.stickied %} stickied{% endif %}{% if voted==1 %} upvoted{% elif voted==-1 %} downvoted{% endif %}">
-			<div id="post-{{p.id}}" class="{% if p.award_count('tilt', v) %}p-3{% endif %} {% if p.award_count('glowie', v) and not p.distinguish_level %}glow{% endif %} {% if p.deleted_utc %}deleted {% endif %}d-flex flex-row-reverse flex-nowrap justify-content-end">
+			<div id="post-{{p.id}}" class="{% if p.award_count('tilt', v) %}p-3{% endif %} {% if p.award_count('glowie', v) %}glow{% endif %} {% if p.deleted_utc %}deleted {% endif %}d-flex flex-row-reverse flex-nowrap justify-content-end">
 
 				{% if not p.is_image and p.thumb_url and not p.embed_url %}
 				<div class="card-header bg-transparent border-0 d-none d-md-flex flex-row flex-nowrap pl-3 p-0">

snappy_rDrama.txt

@@ -2970,4 +2970,16 @@ All the “rightoid hate” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your b
 Rightoids don't care about you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed chuds to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even posts that are somewhat “controversial” look uncanny and unnatural to a rightoid. Your sentence structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a rightoid to write an angry comment, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your lazy attempts at being contrarian in replies.
 You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
 Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your rdrama username, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an autist is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably autistic.
+This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
+{[para]}
+You will never be a real nigga. You have no melanin, you have no opps, you have no drip. You are a headass cracka twisted by drugs and gang shit into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
+
+All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “homies” laugh at your ghoulish skin behind closed doors.
+
+Hood niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed niggas to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tronkies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a nigga. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to hang with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he hears your chipmunk ass crakoid vocal signature.
+
+You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
+
+Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a honky is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.
+
 This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.